Golden Arches
You tell your parents you
Don't want to go there,
They say that there isn't
Much time,
You walk in the door and a
Dreadful smell invades your nose
You notice a man who alwase is ther
Watching staring,
You look out the window
To see two Golden Arches
You'd reacher be anywhere else
But where u are now
Copyright © Conner King | Year Posted 2015
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